I went to the doctor
Complaining about my eyes.
No matter how much I narrowed my view,
I couldn’t see my present clearly.
When I squinted, my lids mere slits,
Everything remained dim and hazy.
When I looked to my future
I couldn’t see the long-term.
Shading my vision against
Glaring stars and shiny promises,
The outlook was wavering and out of focus.
Lines of black letters,
Red and green blocks.
“Is this clearer, or is this” questions,
After frustrated tears and laser beam scrutiny,
The only perspective that is indisputable
Is my 20/20 hindsight.
Thin spiral notebook 